Last night as I was setting up my tent, Jackie O. came down to bring me a couple delicious raisin-filled cookies. "Around these parts they call me the Cookie Lady." You can see she was subtly encouraging me on my journey with her hat selection.
I’ve seen quite a few of these engraved stone plaques in people’s front yards over the past couple days. It makes good economic sense when you consider they can be reused as headstones a few decades down the road.
Earlier this afternoon I passed through a work zone and met Heather, who was very excited about my trip. Later on, she went out and got me dinner, and she and Jeff found me on the road and brought it to me.
That's the idea, at least. I'm walking westward from New York City for nine months or so.
If everything goes according to plan, I'll be in Oregon when the clock runs out.
If nothing goes according to plan, maybe I'll end up in Peru or Mongolia or Pennsylvania.
You can read all about the details of my trip
if you're so inclined.